A catholic skin
Boneless and uh thin
blue fried flesh
Fresh as butter
Stained and dry
When is a week not a wicked week?
When flies attack his polished dome
His nostrils bleed into a cup, a cup
A perfect catholic skin
Skin, skin!

Da da daa...

A catholic skin
Boneless anglican
blue fried flesh
Fresh as butter
Stained and dry
When is a week not a wicked week?
When flies attack his polished dome
His nostrils bleed into a cup, a cup
A perfect catholic gin
Gin, gin!


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